I'm the Vampire, That's Why

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  • Copyright: 2006-09-05
  • Publisher: Signet
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There's a new breed of soccer mom in town-with fangs. Does drinking blood make me a bad mother? That's the question single mom Jessica Matthews faces when she wakes from a savage attack sucking on the thigh of Patrick O'Halloran, a super-hot Irish vampire who'd generously offered his femoral artery to save her from death...only to make her one of the undead. Jessica can't rest until the beast that did this to her is caught. Meanwhile, she's having trouble committing to Patrick (in the vampire handbook, physical intimacy costs you several hundred years of being bound together) and keeping her kids in line.

Author Biography

Michele Bardsley lives with her husband, their two children, and Her Highnesses Isis and Cleopatra, two of the most spoiled Bengal cats on the planet.


Vampires suck.

 “Who else shared your blood?” I asked.
 The question surprised him. He settled into his chair, assuming his previous devil-may-care attitude. And he remained silent…;
 “What’s the matter, love? Are you jealous? Patrick’s voice was inside my head. Inside my freaking head! Well, if he could be in my mind, that meant I could be in his. No, I am not jealous! I sent out a scorching wave of fury right into his brain. I grinned in satisfaction when his head jerked as if he’d been slapped.
 His brows rose in either surprise or acquiescence. Only one other, he admitted, but I do not claim her. Before I could ask just what the hell that meant, the rear door to the gym squealed open and we all heard the slapping of flip-flops on the waxed floor. The hair on my nape rose and I felt a snarl catch in my throat.
 “Sorry, I’m late,” said the soft voice of a young woman. “My son—”
 Her voice choked off as I stood up and whirled around. The fury I’d just directed at Patrick was nothing compared to the rage burning inside me now.
 One more new vampire had joined our ranks. And it was the only person in town I’d want to see dead…;

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